Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Josh Is a Very Good Boy!

Then things happened really fast.

Scott jerked me off his lap, spun me to face him then barked, “Stay, pup!”

Brian walked over to us with the thick black zip ties. “Here they are, boss. The music’s cued up and ready for the button.

“Great Bri! Tie his arms double in back and get him ready for the cinch.”

Brian grabbed me and snapped a band around each arm just above the elbow, then one to each of my wrists. Snug, but not paining me. Pulling both behind me he used another set of ties to bind each wrist ring to the one on the opposite elbow. This pushed my chest out and up. My nipples perked up to a couple of hard points for some reason.

Scott reached up and pinched each nub, then twisted ‘em a few times. My dick jumped, I whimpered to the rhythm. “We got ourselves a real music maker here, Bri. Just wait and see. Do his legs while I make him squeal.”

And squeal I did as Scott leaned in to suck and chew on my little nips. He nibbled, gnawed and sucked like a leach. It was fucking intense.

Brian smirked at my whining while he put a band at the top of each of my thighs, then another one on each ankle. “Plant  your ass on your heels, little guy, and stay there.

I squatted, getting a break from Scott’s mouth, and waited while Brian looped another set of ties, to link each ankle to the thigh above. I was stuck there on the floor, sitting with my own heels pulling my cheeks open.

Coming  through the door, a winded Josh sang out, “Got ‘em, Mr. G!”

“Good boy, Josh. You’re a great help. So come here and help Mr. Stone get your little buddy ready for for us.”

He and Brian did just that as Scott laid out what to do.

“Pick Skip up and set him right in front of my flagpole. He’s got some warm up to do before he sings for us some more.” Scott leaned back again, pulled my head toward his salami and snapped his fingers, “Open suck-a-me!” he said.

I opened and was pulled onto the meat waving in my face. This was getting to feel more familiar all the time.

“Now listen and learn, Joshboy. Squat behind him and feel right there between his balls and his boy pussy. Feel what happens when I do this.”

While I sucked away, Scott grabbed both my nipples and twisted a bit.

“Ummmnnnnnphh!” I grunted around my man meal.  My dick bobbed around and my taint tightened… my little pucker tried to disappear to nothingness.

“Feel that? Every time I twist his pussy buttons, Skip gets a little tense. Cool, huh, Josh?

“Well, yeah…I guess so Mister Grimes.”

 I could hear Brian chuckling softly and start to stroke his own dick to hardness while I serviced Scott’s meat.

“Stick your finger is his little twat and wait until you feel what happens when I do this to our littleguy!” Scott pulled the end of one middle finger back with the end of his thumb, leaned forward ‘til his hand was by my low hangers, then flicked my left ball.

“Hressssess hreeeeiiiiisss!!!” I screamed around the trumpet mute in my mouth, my arse cramping on Josh’s probing finger.

“Awesome sound, right, little dude? Well just you wait, there’s more to come!”

Scott nodded the go-ahead to Brian.

“Joshman, stand up and help Skipper take the stage,” said Brian.

Puzzled, Josh stood and looked at the big muscled blond man for what to do.

“We each take an arm and a leg and pick him up. We turn him around and rest his little winky on its favorite pussy pole.”

“Ppppwwwwaaaa”…my sucking moth was pulled off the Scott’s tube steak as I was lifted and turned in place. Then…I could feel a great, hot living thing pushing at the center of my helpless little hole.

“Gentlemen, a little rhythm, if you will. The guys dropped me an inch, caught me and brought me back up again. Once, twice, three times. My hole could feel the thick slime I’d slathered on Scott’s knob. That battering ram hardened even more and started its assault.

POP!!!

“Ooohhhhmmyyyffuucckkinggooodddd!,’ I yelled. Then I just plain started yelling.

“A little more, if you please gentlemen. You’re doing great!” Scott said pleasantly while I yelled on.

Like they’d practiced for days, Brian and Josh worked together perfectly. All three of us were starting to sweat as I rose and fell, rose and fell, ever lower. One moment a bunch of inches were right up my alley, the next, my hole hovered again on top of the thick knob.

High, low, up,  down, I sank for what felt like a foot, to finally sit on the big guy’s crotch curls while my hole tried to do something about its invader. Squirming and spasming, it found out there was not a way in hell to get that thing out of there. I could only sit, twitching on the dick and moaning quietly to myself. Josh and Brians waited for more orders.

“Brian, I sure as shit love to hear this kid scream with my dick in his guts. His pussy kind of spasms, and then just fucking gives up. It knows that daddy’s home again and is going to have to punish that bad little boy hole. What a fucking hot wet pussy I’m soaking in!

“Skippy, you feel my stick aimed up at your heart?”

‘Ahhh, aaaiiihhhh, aaaihhhh,” I could only hyperventilate, dripping with sweat. Feeling every inch of that impaling rod, I wriggled, pussy lips scoured by Scott’s pubs. Well, actually, I could still keep whimpering and I did.

“Pure music, Skip. Probably time for a little more whining and weeping though, eh kid? Work his titlettes some more, Bri. Cup him.”

Well, the cups turned out to be those things from a snake bit kit.

“Mouth,” said Scott.

I opened… he put ‘em in.

“Almost ready guys!” Scott brayed, pinching and twisting and rolling my nubby tenders yet again.

“Mouth!”

I opened again and his big fingers to plucked out the soaked suction cups.

“These go here.” Brian captured each of my pitiful nubs in a hard sucking little rubber sleeve. They really worked those tender tidbits. Not pain, really. The things just sat there continually trying to suck out something that wasn’t there. They were really good at it too. My pinky points were caught, perpetually trying to give up something they didn’t have, but would be really really wished they could give.

I whined…I whined a lot.

It felt like the great hardness in my ass linked up somehow with the tugging pinch on my nips. My attention ran from one to the other like a batter caught between bases.

“Sparky, my friend. Let’s take a break here for a minute. We need a moment here. You did a good job helping Brian get Skip ready for his big audition, but I think maybe you’ve got a little bit of an ‘tude problem. What do you say?”

“Gggggosh Mr. Grimes! Stammered Josh, eyes again wide open in surprise. He was doing that a lot.

 “I‘ve really been trying and everything. Whatever you and Mr. Stone say, I’m trying to do…I’m sorry for not being good enough, I…I…”

“Well I think when someone isn’t up to the mark that a little bit of correction is in order. Whadayasaaay Josh?’

‘Uhhhh, whatever you say, Mr. Grimes. Of course, Mr. Grimes. (Brian’s snorted and chuckled in the background.)

“Mmmmm, good boy Sparky! Just the right answer. I’m thinking you need to try something you’ve never done. See if you can man up and do what needs to be done. See if you’re up to following orders, see if you really have what it takes to part of  the team here, if you can really be a good boy!”

“Uhhhh…well, okay, Mr. Grimes…I guess so. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do.”

“Joshie, I’m thinking that a manly kid like you would have a hard time doing something that’s kinda sissy-like, right?”

Josh turned red from his neck to his scalp.

“I suppose we could make you wear something...nah, that’s not it. Scott seemed to be thinking. Well, maybe you could let yourself…no, not that either.” Snap went his fingers. “I’ve got it! I’ll bet you would really really hate to have another guy’s dick in your mouth, wouldn’t you?

Impossibly, Joshes blush got even redder. “No, please,…I.. can’t…uh…I don’t…”

Josh took one look at the expression on Scott’s face, the tight jaw, the one raised eyebrow and gave up.  “Well, sir…if you say I gotta do it, I guess I…but geez, do  I really…”

“Okay Josh, easy there, little guy.  We’ve got a deal then. (Cooking away happily in my hot wet quim, Scott’s big dick throbbed a secret little tom-tom beat of victory.) We’ll go really easy on you, little dude. You just put knees on the floor and get Skippy’s little red knob between your teeth -  but no sucking. No sucking at all! Do you understand? You hear me Josh?”

A hundred emotions passing over his face, Josh slowly knelt like he was at a guillotine. His teeth made a sharp edge around the top flange of my mushroom and caught at the tender spot underneath, denting the flesh, but not really biting.  He’d trapped me on his sharp teeth like a bottle opener on a beer cap.

“Perfect Josh! I knew you could do it! You are such a fucking good boy! I knew you could show us what kind of a little man you really are.” Looking down, I actually saw Josh grin around my knob trapped in his sharp teeth.”

They Are The Champions!

“But…,Josh. Close your fucking lips when you’ve got dick in your mouth!”

Josh’s shocked face cancelled his grin as his soft lips closed over his teeth…and my knob. Josh’s mouth began to water, and he coughed a bit.

“Josh baby. Don’t choke to death. When that slop collects or Skip drips, swallow it down. You can cup it in your tongue and still do your duty, dude. If you cough or move much, your teeth are going to make your buddy Skip’s tender littledick head hurt like hell, so better hold real still.”

Josh’s wet tongue began to tickle under my piss hole as he caught and swallowed his own spit. My whole dick shuttered and pulled a bit against those sharp unmoving teeth. Trapped and tormented, it got harder and harder. My balls grabbed themselves and tried to escape up into my body somewhere.

“Hold the line there Josh! Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere!”

“Unnnnnnnnn,” I heard myself moan. My dick jerked a little again, in kind of a panic, I guess. Sharp teeth, tense dick, licking tongue. A little ring cycle was established. I whimpered and moaned some more. Couldn’t help myself.

“See, he’s getting his voice warmed up all ready! Josh, you keep him anchored to the bass line just like that. “

“Brian, give me the spoons. Let’s add some percussion.”

Taking the table tools from his ever smirking wingman, Scott held one up for Josh and me to see.

“Remember what happened earlier when I shot his little marble with my finger? Well, listen to the sound this makes.!”

With slow drama, the cup of the spoon got closer and closer to my oh-so-sensitive nuts.

Tap. Tap tap. Tap TAP!

Unng, Unng unnng, UUUNNNNNGG UNG! A grunt started deep in my throat and rose to a squeal. I tried to flex forward but was caught in my chest out postion, cock trapped in torment.

 “There it is gentleman. The beginning of some sweet, sweet music! Brain, I want your mouth on little Skip’s. I want to see your tongue reaching down for his stomach. Work your spit right down into his gut.
Suck out his breath. Keep the kid’s voice lubricated while I work him some more.

Brian jumped to, sticking his mouth muscle as far down my gullet as he could get it. He felt around, and beat my tongue into submission, all the while sucking up my breath each time I exhaled. I was consumed.

“Bri…start the music, please.”

Click. From huge speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling came Eddie Mercury.. “Buddy you’re a boy…make the big noise – “

“ WHAM WHAM BOOM, WHAM WHAM BOOM…”

Needles on my knob, tongue down my gullet, steel spoons tapping my nuts, big hard dick in my butt. It was all kind of gentle at first.

Right left right. Left right left. Right left right…my balls got smacked.

I heard a really lame deep moan coming from somewhere. Turned out it was coming from me. Starting way down in my chest somewhere, it slowly moved up to my throat, getting a little louder, a little louder. Brian kept sucking up the sound.

WHAM WHAM BOOM. Right left right.

A great aching started in my balls. It expanded and began to grow like a sunrise, brighter and brighter.

“Guys! I wish you could feel this pussy on my cock. On each wack, his little cunt-fist tries to punish my pole, tries and tries…but loses and loses. Too bad it always, always loses. Too bad it’s my pole that does the punching. But man, it’s like I’ve got a goddamn spastic fist working my big unit!

“Josh, can you feel his tender little knob pulse in your mouth? Hold that big button, Josh! Man up, do it for the team.”

As my groaning and whimpering got louder and louder, my noise was sucked into Brian’s mouth. In return hot wet spit oozed down my throat, and his warm breath fed my lungs. I gulped again and again between sobs. My balls hurt and twitched, my pussy hurt and spasmed, my dick hurt and pulsed. It only got harder.

 It was wonderful.

The whole concert began to pick up energy. Frantic tongue, tighter teeth, jittering frightened dick in pain, ever harder tapping on my poor round tenders, more panic in my pussy, bigger breaths from Brian.

Scott started to fuck up into my pussy, bouncing me on his thick spike. WHAM WHAM BOOM. Bounce bounce bounce, a pounding in unison with the smacking of my balls.

Jerked against Josh’s teeth, my knob was really starting to hurt now.

My balls were freaking. They kept trying to climb up and away from the spanking spoons, spoons that helped smack them on their way.

More. More. More!

Yeah. You understand, don’t you?

“SSSPPPPlllaaaaaattt…ssspuuuuurrrttt…sssslsuuuurpppp.”

My body convulsed as my balls puked out their snot in terror. My whines rose like a cop siren, drowning out Brian’s growling in my mouth, and the laughter and repeated “Hell fuck yeah’s” that Scott shouted as he and I came together and we all heard Freddie Mercury break into “We are the champions…”

 Brian dove down my throat for a victory lap and vacuumed my breath completely while Josh gulped and gurgled – my spunk slithering down his food pipe.

“Now that’s music, guys!” Scott crowed as we all collapsed in a heap of wet sex.

Wow! It was only Sunday morning! After our group meltdown, the men ordered us off to bed while they retired to the bar in the den for a night cap.

I followed Josh up the stairs. We were a couple of hurting units, let me tell you. Josh walked like a zombie new from the grave. I just walked funny. I don’t know how my ass and dick and balls could be so sore, so red and yet so happy at the same time. We piled into my bed and slept like the dead.

Waking up I didn’t see Josh anywhere. My throat felt a little raw and when I went to yawn I croaked. All that screaming and moaning, I guess. I was a little worried about Josh. Hell, I was a little worried about me.

I started picking up the house, cleaning up the gym, putting stuff in the wash. I tip-toed past the room where I heard men’s snoring and got a thermos of coffee and some juice on the table for Josh and me. I took a really quick shower and ran back to the kitchen, still drying my hair.

Josh was sitting at the table, eyes down…looking like a little lost kid.

Silently, I slipped into the chair across from him. Sliding him a glass of juice and a cup of coffee, I watched him from under my eyelashes. We swallowed in silence.

“Josh, come on and give me a hand with one of the bedrooms, okay?”

Eyes still on the floor, he stood up and followed me quietly. We found a room with a couple of twin beds, dusted it and changed the sheets.

“Josh, sit a minute. I’m really getting worried about you, man. I didn’t know any of this shit was coming down. I’m sooooo….” I sat down on the edge of the bed across for him.

“Skip,”he whispered. He looked like a little kid, lost and alone, scared to move. “I can’t…I really don’t… FFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!! I can’t believe how FUCKIN’ much I love all this shit! I feel amazing!! Talk about born again!! This is it for me, buddy! You should have seen your face when Mr. Grimes made you…”

I stared at him. Here I thought he was having a breakdown and he was really having some come-to-Jesus sex moment. He was rattling on like a machine gun.

“…and then when Mr. Stone jammed his…”

My jaw hanging, I listened to my best bud do a replay of Josh’s Hottest Moments, his face flushing more and more, his hand sliding down to his hardening dick and starting to stroke. Looking down, I saw that my own hand had found its way to my own favorite body part and was setting up a winning rhythm.

“God but I loved it when they fucking forced you to…”

Josh and I locked eyes. Our beating fists synchronized somehow and moved ever faster as his voice rose higher and higher. Our syncronized jerking team was on its way to a big win.

“…and when he smacked your balls and I swallowed your goddamn splooge, I thought…”

Simultaneously we started to shoot, each bending forward, our mouths on the head of the other’s cock just as we qeysered hot lava.

Glluuouuuubb sluuurrrrppp,, slloouuuuuuuuglubb…

All was fucking well. We were best buddies again.

As we caught our breaths once more, we heard Mr. Grimes pass by in the hallway.

“Hey  little fellas! Take the rest of the day off. Bri and I have business, family, some planning and stuff. Be out at the barbeque at 5:00 and bring your phones. Dinner and more surprises in store.

I looked at Josh. His eyes were big and round again.

The Boys Feed Again (And Again…)

4:45… and we were there, our phones in hand. The gas grill was heating up. We were too.

The men were naked, of course. Brian was at the side table chopping stuff, his dick hanging long. Scott was on his abs on a towel by the pool, shades at his eyes, head to one side, phone at his ear, laughing away.

“Hey guys, “Brian called out, “Glad you could make it! Josh, I need your help over here. Skippy, go see  what Scott needs.”

I watched my buddy go over to the big hunky blond, his wide eyes roving over the rippling muscles as the Brian worked.

 Pausing, Brian said to Josh, “Hey sport, glad you’re here. My balls need to be in your mouth…NOW. He kept chopping but widened his stance so Josh could crawl between his legs, turn, kneel , and then work both those big nuts into his mouth - an over-eager chipmunk staring up at his favorite tree.

“Still laughing and talking on his phone, Scott lifted his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at me. “Pwooh, pwooh.” His lips made little kissing sounds while he pointed a finger at his ass, spread his legs and moved up onto to his elbows…still talking.

The sun put a spotlight on his pale brown pucker. Tiny jewels of sweat had gathered in its little nest of hair, a protective little brush forest around a hidden clearing. He flexed first one cheek, then the other - an invitation to dine.  I lay flat out between his legs and followed my nose to the musky sweet pucker and got to work.

Scott didn’t make it easy. With my chin on his balls and my tongue stabbing his chute, I had to snort and root my way back in, again and again. He’d tense his cheeks and push my face away from the prize. Those globes were fucking strong man! He really made a game of it. After a while, all I was only aware of the sound of my slurping, the sloppy spit on my nose and mouth, and the incredible smell of the man. I was damn well going to get in there or else!

SNAP!  His fingers grabbed my attention.

Sitting up a bit, I saw him lift his sunglasses again. Still with the phone to his ear, he lifted one brow and silently mouthed, “Cum on my hole and eat it raw, Pussy!”

As I straddled his thighs and began working up yet another load, I could hear him talking on his phone.

“Yeah honey. I’m sorry the kiddies are crying for their daddy. I miss them too. And I know your poor pussy is crying for daddy too, all empty and lonely, isn’t it? Well, my big pussy plunger is crying too. Drop by drop. Daddy dick misses your sweet little cunny, baby.  Poor Daddy just has to just make do however he can, you know? I watch porn and shit, try this and that, you know. Gotta keep your favorite studstick excercised and fit.  Gotta keep these balls from busting out of desperation.

“Other than that, things are good here.”

“Remember that young guy I told you my parents are sort of helping out with college? Yeah, that one. He’s been making himself really helpful. He knows how to follow directions, get things done. Really helps out around here, helps keep me happy for sure. He can be a bit of a suck up and a brown nose though (he lifted his specs and winked.) He’s got that clean-cut eager-beaver eagle scout thing going, like he can’t do enough for ya, you know? The kid’s really into service.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to thank him for you. Gotta go now, hon. See you soon. Keep your little twat hot and wet for me, baby!”

He signed off just as I dropped my nut on his wet hot pucker. I scooted down to finish my assignment like a good boy.

“Skippy, my wife says to tell you ‘thank you’ from her.”

“We’re about ready guys! Brian called us to the table area while stepping back and pulling his nuts out of Josh’s happy face. Scott manned the grill and the layout of brats and wieners beside it.

“Skippy and Sparky…together again, hey guys? We’ve got some seriously meat for you two horn dogs. I fired up a few earlier and kept them warm for you. Look at those hot greasy long ones! You’re going to love my special rub!”

 He watched us watching him as he pick up a brat and rubbed it between his balls and the top of one leg, first one side, then the other. Then he held it under his nose like a fine cigar, inhaled and smiled.

 “Whadayathink, kids? Primo, right?” He whipped the big brat across my upper lip, then on Josh’s. The smell went right to our dicks…dicks that were quickly fleshing out again and were firming up to the max. He put a hand on my forehead and pushed it back, my jaw dropping open.

“Say ‘AH’ little pussy and keep it open!” He stuck the meat down my throat and fucked me with it. His other hand went from my head to my throat so he could feel me working the meat.

“Oh man Brian, does this ever bring back fucking memories! You take it from here, Bro, show the little studs your downward dog!”

The ever smirking Brian turned his back on us, widened his stance and folded at the hip. Back straight, he angled to the ground where he planted his fist and heels. Perfect form. Perfect too, the pale ring of tender ass pucker, nude of even his light blond hair. All form, ready to function.

“Ready Bri?” Scott put one hand on the blond’s meaty left cheek. With his other he brought the brat to Brian’s blond hole. Slowly, firmly, he screwed it into the waiting channel, leaving about an inch of the rounded end peaking out. A very tender, vulnerable little nub of meat.

“So, Skip, show us what you got. No hands though, little dude. Now get that thing out of his arse and into your gut. DO IT! Get the wiener, go get the wiener, little boy!”

I hopped to, or rather, knelt to. Great man smell. Completely different from Scott’s. Not as earthy, a little sweeter maybe. The still warm meat end slipped between my lips. I gave it a slow little tug, then used my teeth teased it out a bit more. Slurping around Brian’s ring, I chewed and swallowed as I sucked it out. God, it was good. Lips, tugging teeth, slurp, chew and swallow. I set up a rhythm that fed my stomach while it fed my soul. Brian wriggled and giggled a little…baritone laugh when the end of the dog popped out of his pucker. In less than a minute I’d  sucked out the whole wiener.

“Good boy, Skip, you little meat hound! Now we’ll watch Sparky go for the bone.

“Brian, on your back, straight leg side splits.” The blond muscle model dropped and rolled over easily, wishboning his legs wide.  He lifted his head to watch the upcoming action.

Hand on a ham, other hand screwing in the link, Scott finished by holding his middle finger up to Josh’s lips. “Sparky…suck!” Josh got on it.

Popping this finger out of Josh’s mouth, Mr. Grimes touched the end of the protruding meat, slowly pushing it way up Brian’s poop pipe. “Gee, Joshie. The nice big meat bone went away, little guy. Look’s like you’re going to be working really hard for that one, don’t you think? Get your din-din, Sparky. Go get it! Dig it out little guy. Suck out that meat!”

Josh went into his shocked, big round-eye thing, then lay flat out on the ground and hooked his nose under Brian’s big bag of balls. Snarfing and sucking was all we could hear as Josh twisted and smashed his face between the Brian’s hard buns. His eager lips worked all over Brian’s smooth and tender ring, squeezing and tickling, rooting like a piglet in a trough. He puckered up, then pried open that knot and started scarfing while he sucked. The sound of concentrated piggy feeding filled the air.

Satisfaction and smugness took turns blooming on Brian’s face.

“Oh my fucking god, you fucking…felching…faggot. Suck that damn thing out and get it down your fucking throat!”

Josh did.

“Okey, little dudes,” said Scott,  “the rest of dinner will be on both of us.”

Scott and Brian sat on opposite sides of the outdoor table, leaning in, talking over the jazz music that  played over the pool speakers. Their plates were heaped with potato salad, corn on the cob, and links. They’d eat and wash the stuff down with gulps of beer, a cooler full of cans beside them. The glass table top let them look down and see Josh and me, once again cleaning their crotches, lazily nuzzling and licking. Fingers, balls, cocks…their tender groin creases. We each sat on our asses with a buttered corn on the cob up our holes.

As the men talked, they’d maybe lean back and put a spoonful of potato salad in their pubs for us to snarf up, maybe dribble some beer down their cocks for us to drink, or finger a bite of meat into our mouths. They liked to bite off some burger and bun, drop it in their hand and slip it to us under the table. Like dogs we were, indeed. If we had tails, they’d be wagging. We of course knew what was going to happen with the corn in our butts.

The guys talked on overhead, planning an plotting.

“I was thinking we could take them to…”

“Great idea! And later, after we get them tied up we can…”

“We’ll screw ‘em while we watch that video again, especially the part where Skip had my…”

We couldn’t really hear all of what they were saying. Every once in a while Scott would say “Switch it!” and we would pull ourselves away from the man in our mouth and crawl across to be fed by the other one.

From time to time they’d reach down, offer one of us a chunk of food and tell one of us to feed the other. We ate, fed each other, sucked a lot of face, sipped a lot of dribbling beer, downed a lot of dick.

Quite a picnic.

Above us the guys continued planning, “Yeah, I want Skippy to be so hot that he’ll…,” or  “ While you’re dicking him, I’ll be…

Seems like Josh and I were in for a whole summer of treats.!